Bumped my
head
banged my
knee
my world
started to spin
I let loose
a scream of frustration
of primal
rage
I Couldn't
keep control
keep it
contained
reality
slipped away
terrorize
destroy
mutilate
With razor I
removed my face
blood
coagulated on the floor
I didn't
give a shit anymore
Life would
be better,
I heard it
said,
If I'd woke
up this morning a corps
Cold and
dead
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